Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake

Submitter's Comments:
Once upon a time, I was in my kitchen baking what was supposed to be called the most beautiful cake anyone in my tiny village had ever seen. Villagers passed by my window and would whisper in hushed tones about how fervently I was working and what was expected of me based on my previous cakes and pastries. After I covered the cakes in marshmallow fondant, I let it sit for a little bit, and the passers-by peered wide-eyed into my window.
That night, as I lay in bed, I heard a creak coming from the front door. I stepped outside my room to see what it was and saw nothing. I heard some small sounds but ignored them and wrote them off to house noises (THE CREEPIEST NOISES THERE ARE). The next morning, I awoke and quickly checked on my cake. It was ruined! The layers of sponge cake and buttercream had cascaded down the side of the cake, as if it had been hacked into. And then I saw her. This little girl in a tiny hoodie with a tiny chain saw and the saddest face I had ever seen. I asked her what was the matter and she said that this wolf had threatened her and her grandmother (I wanted to ask how a wolf had talked to her, but then again, I was talking to a nine-inch girl). She was so frustrated and angry and upset that she busted into my door and hacked at my cake. She flopped onto my table and began crying. I promised to carry her back to her house and forgave her for her misdeed. My fellow villagers, on the other hand, were quiet upset about the ruined cake. But they'll be happy to know that there's another one just coming out of the oven...

Some notes on this experience:
--the girl smelled of gumpaste and vodka-thinned food coloring
--it took her and me 2 days to create/destroy this cake